To Hold an Ocean - Snowmine

Please whisper lines of books that I should have read

Can you still my hand that never rests?

Tell me how it is again

Oh, why I am still afraid of silence?

I think I may never know

Instead, we fill the air with violence

Just to reap the grain we sow

Don’t worry, just thinking something

Cup your hands on your mouth

To hold an ocean

You can’t worry, just thinking something

Cup your hands on your mouth

To hold an ocean